𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬 , reddie

3

chapter 3

richie tozier grabs a soda
"no one can know."

when he finally found eddie, he was met with henry bowers and his lackeys. they towered over eddie with their ratty clothes and ratty hair.

"hey! leave him alone you rats!" his mouth ran with insults, faster than his brain could comprehend. by the time he realized what he said henry bowers had already turned to him.

"what the fuck you say to me?"

richie stumbled back a bit, looking around frantically for anything he could use as a weapon.

"come to save your pretty boy? you little fag." henry shoved richie back onto the ground, belch and victor laughed. his elbows hit the cement, now they were scraped and stinging.

richies legs reflexed to henry's crotch, the bottom of his sneaker hitting the front of his jeans with enough force to send henry back.

henry stumbled back and when he stumbled so did belch and victor, they didn't know what to do, they only stood and looked at each other, waiting for an order. richie took this as an opportunity. he got onto his feet and hurried to eddie, who was bruised and breathing shallow again.

richie cupped his face gently and cursed under his breath, henry was still groaning on the cement.

"get them! you lazy fucks!" he shouted orders to his friends.

"hey henry," richie spouted. "im surprised you even felt my blow!"

he turned to eddie and looked at him worriedly. "ed's, we have to run."

eddie looked up at him with a swollen eye and a cut lip. he nodded slightly, shakily pulling out his aspirator and taking a puff.

there was not much time to regulate his breathing before they were on their feet. richie pulled eddie along, their hands connected. he pulled him away in the direction of the pharmacy.

it wasn't too far away, but it felt like forever.

it was empty when they got there, of course, richie was the only one who worked the closing shift. as soon as the streets were emptied at 7 (because of the curfew), the shop was closed by richie. the sun was just beginning to fall now.

they raced into the doors, richie locking them as eddie fumbled on the tiled floor with his aspirator, he pushed the button a few times before pulling it out finally and looking up to richie fearfully.

"it's alright," richie smiled softly. "he didn't follow us, he's probably to busy convincing huggins and criss that his micro penis actually hurts."

eddie laughed a bit. "you're not as bad as i thought, richie."

"exactly what your mom said last night." richie winked.

"you're freaking disgusting, trashmouth."

when eddie said it, it was completely different from when his mom had said it so cruelly, or when his friends said it with annoyance, but otherwise adoration. richies heart pounded away.